When the surreal
comes to life.
I was reading Under the Southern Cross tonight and followed the link therein when I started to thing about this whole blog thing. It's wierd, on the one hand I seriously fight being as open as I can be on this thing and, on the other, it's like "Yea, okay, this just these flimsy thoughts."
Tonight I got a card from CIODude -- like a real live, can touch, card... not an e-card... it was such a magical thing. Sometimes we forget about the very real, touchable people on the other end of the pipe (and there are lots and lots of pipes).
The Husband told me tonight, on date night, that he doesn't care one way or another about my getting another tattoo. I sorta feel like the next tattoo is the "edge" -- the one where "Okay now I got some tattoos" and the other "Well, I gotta couple still fit into suburbia somehow." If he doesn't care, why they hell do I care what anyone else thinks.
Tiff is off listening to Tchakowski with The Model (he is, afterall fairly hot). This is what I played during my first birthing experience. For the second I played Tibetan chanting.
Most enchanting of all, however, was the call I got from YogaChickie. I saw the phone ringing and I thought "Oh, New York, not sure I want to answer that (completely un-yoga related)" but it rang and I was sure I didn't recognize the number so I answer. It was YogaChickie. She was outside the building she was supposed to meet with The Best Doctor On The Planet... he was a no show. She called the right person though. How many people can tell you that they have not only the doctor's cell number but also his direct Blackberry account link and his home phone. I hope it worked out okay (I got an email from him saying "yep can do" -- after the one where he told me I couldn't stop wearing this freaking bra... which followed the one where he told me I could take the steri strips off -- OWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
Tonight was date night. We went to the wine bar in Hillcrest and then dinner at the restaurant we've gone to every year on our anniversary for the first 10 years. Last year, 11 years, we went somewhere new to mix things up.
We are hopelessly normal people.
I was reading Under the Southern Cross tonight and followed the link therein when I started to thing about this whole blog thing. It's wierd, on the one hand I seriously fight being as open as I can be on this thing and, on the other, it's like "Yea, okay, this just these flimsy thoughts."
Tonight I got a card from CIODude -- like a real live, can touch, card... not an e-card... it was such a magical thing. Sometimes we forget about the very real, touchable people on the other end of the pipe (and there are lots and lots of pipes).
The Husband told me tonight, on date night, that he doesn't care one way or another about my getting another tattoo. I sorta feel like the next tattoo is the "edge" -- the one where "Okay now I got some tattoos" and the other "Well, I gotta couple still fit into suburbia somehow." If he doesn't care, why they hell do I care what anyone else thinks.
Tiff is off listening to Tchakowski with The Model (he is, afterall fairly hot). This is what I played during my first birthing experience. For the second I played Tibetan chanting.
Most enchanting of all, however, was the call I got from YogaChickie. I saw the phone ringing and I thought "Oh, New York, not sure I want to answer that (completely un-yoga related)" but it rang and I was sure I didn't recognize the number so I answer. It was YogaChickie. She was outside the building she was supposed to meet with The Best Doctor On The Planet... he was a no show. She called the right person though. How many people can tell you that they have not only the doctor's cell number but also his direct Blackberry account link and his home phone. I hope it worked out okay (I got an email from him saying "yep can do" -- after the one where he told me I couldn't stop wearing this freaking bra... which followed the one where he told me I could take the steri strips off -- OWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
Tonight was date night. We went to the wine bar in Hillcrest and then dinner at the restaurant we've gone to every year on our anniversary for the first 10 years. Last year, 11 years, we went somewhere new to mix things up.
We are hopelessly normal people.
Comments
Hopelessly normal! Funny....because what the hell is normal anyway?
I was positively GIDDY after meeting the Best Doctor on the Planet! He can do everything I want...will email you about it later, not wanting to get into the details here...and he is charming and smart and reasonable and honest.
Thank you so so so so so sosososososo much for answering my SOS call and helping me out! It was so nice to hear your voice too!
Lauren
Posted by: Lauren | August 12, 2006 7:05 AM
Now that...is the most beautiful garage I have ever seen. It's perfect.
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